This Is How We Do It (Feat. Maria Esteves, Gloria Kildahl, and Neith)

[DSX93]

Maria was...a lot of things right now. Scared. Wanting to be free of Neith's thighs for the first time in however long it's been. But still determined enough to give a smack to that side of herself that was tapping out. Still smitten and wanting to shoot for the title of "Greatest Subject", and nervous because she's trying to do that while also having never done fucking anything before. Encouraged by the moan Neith let loose and heated up in the best way at the sight of her hand travelling along her own figure. Mystified; she didn't know how well she was doing, and she wanted to.

She was being pulled in different directions, and the adrenaline and the rush of these emotions was crazy!

"Oh, so much need. So little chance to gain what you want. I hold your suffering in my hands, and all you can do is ask for its end."

Oh, she's mean!

And Maria is crazy. She wanted more. That evil grin was like a challenge. They'd established safe words before meeting up; Maria decided to go with the old, tried and true traffic sign colors. Green, yellow, and red. Something nice and simple to get by until she can come up with her own code like all the real kinksters.

That last squeeze took her well into the yellow zone, which felt like a failure on her part. She wouldn't have been able to explain why if you asked her. It just did. And she'd do a better job of enduring the next time. Which she wasn't itching to get to right this minute.

Maria obediently started on the best damn massage that she could muster, resuming her newly formed "one leg at a time" routine with the addition of some experimental testing of the ever surprising muscle with more pressure. Expanding the range, eying her Goddess's expression closely for any indication that she'd found those sweet spots, so to speak, and making adjustments accordingly. Should she do it harder if she brought her hands up...here, where there's more to work? Maybe go softer if she went lower...What about the sides? She would recall videos of masseurs pressing into certain points here and there with say, the thumbs, kicking herself mentally for not having remembered that earlier. The viewing of these videos were all the training she had in the matter, but hopefully it would be enough to help her here.

Yeah, Maria was trying to avoid getting her head crushed like a watermelon, but she was also taking pleasure in being able to touch her, still. But she'd made duty her focus.

[HotWheels]

Neith wouldn’t have called her skilled nor particularly gifted - only those with training would be when it came to a masseuse, or a particularly large pair of hands - but there was an intent in Maria’s massage. That intent might have been partially motivated by avoiding another squeeze like Neith’s first, but the motivation worked nonetheless. She sought to please the goddess. Her fingers searched here and there for what might best soothe the Egyptian on top. Neith, for her part, made sure that she didn’t show anything physically - a faint but still menacing smile, but nothing else. Only the pressure she applied with her legs. Let Maria interpret those.

When she touched a part of Neith’s legs that didn’t interest the Egyptian, she squeezed a touch tighter - enough to notice but not to indicate danger. When she found a particularly tight knot, the pressure would subside momentarily, becoming no more than a snug hug of the young woman’s face. To Neith, the hands meant little. Hands touched her well-honed figure all the time. But watching those eyes search for Neith’s approval? Knowing her mind would be searching for all the right answers to ensure her mistress did not squeeze her blind with one more tight headscissor? Those parts, she loved.

But the game had to end; no great session wrestler overstayed her welcome. She put a stop to the massage with a grasp of Maria’s hands, and the goddess gently and gracefully uncoiled herself from Maria’s head. She made sure to wipe the entirety of her crotch and humps over Maria’s face, a little parting kiss, as she scooted further onto the couch and all but released her.

Once there, she spun around, now the one on her back, and beckoned for Maria to come closer. “You seemed to like these,” she said, gesturing toward her abs. “Come lay your head in my lap and taste them again.” It was an offer, but if Maria was keeping up - offers from the goddess were to be claimed with caution.